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[Emily and Richard have split up] Emily: At some point you have to face facts, and the facts are, he's moved on. And therefore I should move on also. Lorelai: Absolutely. MoveOn.org. Emily: [pause] I think it's time for me to date. Lorelai: [chokes on her drink] Oh, my God. Emily: I want to go on a date. Lorelai: With - a *man*? Emily: No, a weasel. Of course, a man! Lorelai: I'm not hearing this. Emily: Well, why shouldn't I date? I'm still a viable commodity. Lorelai: I need a paper towel and a Valium, please. Emily: There are plenty of men at the club who, in the past, have made their interest in me known, I just need to figure out how to reciprocate their feelings. You have a lot of experience with men. How do you let them know that you're available? Lorelai: Well, one of those bench ads usually does the trick. Emily: Lorelai, stop it. I need help here. It's been years since I did this, and I don't remember the proper procedure! Now take me through this step-by-step. You see a man, you walk up to him and you say... Lorelai: ...Hello. Emily: Is that too forward? Lorelai: No, it's the appropriate way to indicate you're open to a social engagement. Unless, however, you are approaching a weasel. Then I believe the proper signal is just to offer him your hindquarters. [Emily glares]
